Michaela's hand squeezed his, gentle and grounding, and Art blew out a soft breath. "Oh, hah, yeah! Yeah, obviously!" Right, yeah, of course! Imagine him thinking— that would've been bloody— hah! Pretty awful bloody holiday, for a start! He gave another awkward chuckle. "Long as it's not the complete middle of nowhere. I mean, I mean— Michaela's a lady! Can't have her showerin' in a bucket or such."